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Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 43

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Date Posted: Saturday, November 06, 07:24:26pm
In reply to: Diane 's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm

The next day dawned clear and bright. Vacek received an emergency call to come to the American embassy. This was just as well, as he would never have allowed Adam to be taken outside with both of his bodyguards suddenly fallen ill. Julie assured Estrella that no harm would befall the child while she and Fräulein Maxifeld were close by and, as Elena was in no condition to make any kind of decision, Adam’s grandmother acquiesced.

Nikita pointed out Strauch (shrub), Rasen-Stuhl (lawn chair), Baum (tree), and Gras (grass), all the while drawing further away from the house and closer to the garden gate. When she saw the limousine at the gate, she whispered to Adam not to make a sound, then suddenly picked him up and carried him to the waiting vehicle. Julie got in on the passenger’s side, and Michael pulled swiftly away from the embassy.

They drove immediately to the airport, where Julie got out with her new passport and airline tickets in her hand. “I’ll see you soon, sweetie,” she waved to a still wide-eyed Adam. He waved back feebly but, per Nikita’s earlier instructions, did not utter a word. Michael and Nikita, still carrying Adam, left the limousine in the Passenger Loading zone. Luc, Michael’s driver, picked them up and hurriedly drove them to the new Samuelle airstrip outside Marseille. The pilot had already loaded their luggage into the jet, and within 20 minutes they were on their way to the United States.

* * *

The police didn’t look kindly upon abandoned vehicles at the airport, limousine or not, and were looking inside to find a clue as to whom the owner might be when they heard a strange, muffled sound coming from the trunk. Undoing the latch, the opened the trunk to find Eric, bound and gagged with a nasty bump on the back of his head. After hearing a quick version of his story, he was allowed to enter the airport and search for the possible kidnappers, for he was sure this was what had just taken place. A woman fitting Julie’s description had just boarded an international flight bound for New York City. Eric immediately phoned Salla Vacek, who realized that his meeting had been a lure to get him out of the house to facilitate the kidnapping. Vacek made a few phone calls to his Russian friends in New York. No way was Samuelle going to get away with this!

* * *

Two hours later, a brunette Julie, AKA Valerie Davenport, emerged from the Ladies’ Room and boarded her flight to Miami, Florida—the first stop on her trip to Corpus Christi, Texas.

* * *

The flight to Texas was long, and Nikita suggested to Adam, that he try to get some sleep. He just shook his head slowly, stuck his finger in his mouth, and stared at the man who had his daddy’s face. A million questions were whirling around in his mind, but Nikita had not yet given him permission to speak.

Michael couldn’t get enough of looking at Adam. He, too, seemed struck dumb, and the two Samuelle men just stared at each other in wonder.

Nikita couldn’t stand it anymore. “Adam, this is your daddy. He’s going to take you to live with him. Would you like that?” Adam’s face was a blank mask.

Michael tried. “Hallo, Adam. It’s Daddy. I’ve missed you very, very much. I’m so happy to see you again.” Adam looked at Nikita, then Michael, but still didn’t say a word. Michael tried again in French. Adam, c'est le Papa. Je t’ai manqués très, très beaucoup. Je suis si heureux de tu de nouveau. Adam fidgeted, but still said nothing.

Suddenly, Nikita realized the problem and began to laugh. “It’s okay, Adam. You can talk now. This is really your daddy.”

With that, Adam withdrew the finger from his mouth and pointed it at Michael. “Daddy?” he asked hopefully.

Tears shone in Michael’s eyes. “Yes, mon petit fils, it’s Daddy.” Adam took a few hesitant steps toward Michael and extended his arms. Michael swooped him up in a firm embrace. He held him at arms length to get a good look at his face, tears here falling freely now.

“Are you sad, Daddy?” Adam asked, concerned, as he touched to wetness on Michael’s face.

“No, I’m not sad, Adam.” Michael responded. “This is the happiest day of my life!” He hugged Adam again, then threw him up in the air and caught him and brought him close to his chest. Adam giggled.

By now, Nikita’s own face was damp with tears, and she was happy that she had been a part of the gift that had made Michael so happy at last.

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À la Vie! - Chapter 44 (rated R)DianeSunday, November 07, 03:18:36pm

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